A blyth heart makes a blomand visage.
Cadgers speaks of lead saddles.
Tarrowing bairns were never fat.
Better two skaiths, nor ane sorrow.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.
Fidlers, dogs and flies, come to the feast uncalled.
A greedy man God hates.
Bourd not with Bawty, fear lest he bite ye.
He should have a long shafted spoon that sups kail with the Devil.
A man may see his friend need, but will not see him bleed.